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Ātman Sutra

Updated on April 25, 2017

Who are you?
She asks me.
I look at her baffled eyes and tell her,
A mountain of strength.
A land of fire.
A sky of peace.
I'm a body of lies and a soul of truth.
I'm the mouth full of sugar with the bitterness behind my tongue.
I'm a closet of puzzles and a room of solutions.
I do not look,
I see and perceive.
I do not hear,
I listen and feel.
I do not say,
I speak and create.

I am your name and yet unknown.
I am the road
I am the home.
I carry the weight of my own footsteps.
I build my way with pebbles and stairs and thorns and flowers.

Who are you?
She asks me.
I look at her baffled eyes and tell her
I am the teacher,
I guide my way.
I am the destroyer,
I shatter, I break.
But I'm also the maker,
I join and make.

A halo of darkness with a tangent of hope.

I am the thief....I steal from you.
I am the artist who plays with strokes.
I paint my shadows on the canvas of your pain.
I am the poet,
I capture your words
Then make a song for you to hear.

Amen I say to the prayers you sing.
I am the Creed to your disbelief.
So who are you?
I say to you.
She answers with faith
I AM YOU. -Blackbird


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